the fountain rose into the sunlight singing, broke flowering a moment, and fell with a chime of sweetness into the basin. francis looked at it with delight. the fine mist of spray drifting from it made a little rainbow in the court-yard.
"all things praise the lord," he said; "but the voice of our sister the water is clearest. she never ceases from her song through the hot day, and all night she sings, from evening until dawn."
he gazed at it with the serene pleasure of a child. in the shadow of the great curtain-wall his companions walked up and down, gesticulating, suddenly vivacious and then as suddenly mute. a little group separated from the others stood in the arch of the gateway overlooking rome. cool, dark cypresses showed here and there among the bell-towers 158and fortifications; and over all the broken lines of roof and belfry wandered the liquid sunlight, diversifying the colours of the tiles through a myriad gradations from dusky copper to pale gold, and ending now and again in a sudden angle of deep gloom. yet francis saw nothing but the water rising into the clear light.
"beautiful thou art, and humble, and chaste, and very precious to us," he said. "of all god's creatures thou art the most perfect, delighting in his service, praising him for the light of the sun, and the sweet air, as i praise him for thee, o sister water!"
he dipped his hand into the basin, and cool ripples were woven about his long, thin fingers.
"these also are god's creatures," he said; "the shy fish who come and go mysteriously among the stems of the lilies. they move obscurely through the dim ways, and no man wonders at them; yet none of arthur's knights were arrayed in such golden mail."
and taking a piece of dry bread, which a beggar had given him, he broke it into small crumbs, and strewed them upon the surface of the water; and the fish came out from between the stems of the lilies, and nibbled at the 159crumbs as the ripples moved them; but the crust of bread francis ate himself, and having eaten he drank a little water out of the palm of his hand, and spoke again.
"little fish," he said, "those knights of arthur's court, who were mailed in glittering armour, had each one his lady, whom he served in all things; and no one of them meddled with the lady of another, because as yet evil had not entered into their hearts; but they went through the world succouring the afflicted, and the innocent, and the oppressed; and doing all manner of wonderful deeds, being valiant men and strong, for the glory of god, and the great honour of the lady whose livery they wore. and the ladies, whom they served in all honourable ways, were fair and pleasant to look upon, and moreover they were well-clad, having each her golden ornaments, and jewels, and kerchiefs of lawn, and fine cloth of ypres; yea! having all things desirable about them, soft raiment, and dainty food, and wide houses full of tapestries of arras, with a gallery for the musicians. but because of the luxury of their lives, and the folly which ever prompts the soul of man to evil, they fell into sin, and no virtue remained in them.
160"little fish, i am a knight of god; and i have chosen for my lady one beyond all mortal women. she hath neither fine raiment, nor gold, nor jewels; neither a covering for her head, nor shoes for her feet; neither land nor castles; nay! not so much as a shelter against the ravening beasts; nor do her serving-men bring her delicate meats in vessels of gold and silver, nor do musicians play to her upon viols or psalteries, nor hath she any treasure hidden in the ground. she goeth from door to door, begging her bread through every city of the populous earth; and the porters drive her from the gate with blows; and the children mock her in the streets for being old, and lean, and ill-favoured; and the dogs snarl at her heels. yet all these things she endures patiently, nor complains that men revile her, for god hath put much comfort in her heart. i, also, little brother francis, in my youth reviled her; for it was then my pleasure to live sumptuously, to wear rich apparel, and to pass my days with music and feasting; but when she revealed herself to me i was overcome by her exceeding great beauty, and i lamented that i had not followed after her all my days. alas! it is the wickedness of men that shows her as a vile and despicable thing; 161for having nothing she possesses all things. god hath clothed her with virtues more precious than rubies; he hath given her the wide earth and all the pleasant ways thereof to be her home; he hath commanded the beasts that they do her no hurt: nay! they are serviceable to her and fawn about her feet; and god himself ministers to her, feeding her as he feeds the birds of the air and the fish of the sea, and sweetening her food, so that if it be but a dry crust it savours most excellently to her, even as honey and manna in the mouth. such is the excellence of my lady poverty, with whom i shall always keep faith in this life. little fish, god hath given you the cool water to inhabit; and he hath clad you in golden mail, delightful to the eyes of men; and when all the birds and beasts and creeping things entered into the ark, he preserved you in a safe refuge beneath the tumult of the waters: yea! of all things, which went not in with noah, he preserved you in your multitudes though all else perished. little fish, i praise the lord for you, because he hath made you beautiful, and shown you infinite mercies."
but the fish, having eaten all the crumbs, swam back among the stems of the lilies, 162and hung poised there in the shadowy waters, with undulating motions, waving their delicate fins, and opening and shutting their mouths. francis considered them for a moment.
"little fish," he said, "perchance it is the way that you praise the lord, being dumb and without reason; but men, to whom god hath given such excellent gifts as speech and reason, have turned from him. i would that they also might learn to praise him with great simplicity and joy in their hearts."
he looked toward the gateway through which he saw the roofs and towers of rome, the city which had not accepted him, inhospitable, gay, given over to the lusts of the flesh, the desire of the eyes, hungering passionately after the tangible but transient pleasures of this delightful world; a new jerusalem, as stubborn and hard-hearted as the old, but, like that, too, a chosen city of god, in which he had elected to dwell and have his abiding place. tears suffused his face as he looked at it lying there calm and golden in the sunlight.
"i have not known how to draw them to me," he said. "surely they would have followed after me if i had spoken to them more joyfully. a little thing delights them, 163and they will flock to see a dancer, a juggler, a jester! we must become the jesters of god, amusing the hearts of men and leading them toward spiritual joys."
a bell struck, and was answered from all the towers of rome, until the air pulsed with vibrations as if with a multitude of beating wings. francis moved slowly away toward the new buildings of the lateran. those of his companions who were pacing up and down in the cool shadow of the wall suddenly stopped and pointed to him.
"look! look!" they cried.
some play of the wind carrying the fine drifting mist over the isolated figure had clothed him for a moment in a glory of radiant colours. the sound of the bell still trembling in the air, and the sudden iridescence of spray in the sunlight, was to them a revelation. hearing their voices raised francis went toward them.
"what is it, my brothers?" he asked of them.
they received him almost with adoration.
"we saw you troubled, and in thought," answered brother egidio; "and then, suddenly, as the bells ceased, we saw a glory shine about you, and heard a great beating of wings."
164but francis remembering the doubts which had afflicted him a moment before, cast himself at the feet of brother egidio.
"i command you, in the name of holy obedience, that when i return you say to me: francis, son of pietro bernardone, because of your doubt you are contemptible, and in no wise deserving of god's mercy."
then, rising, he went toward the palace with a serene countenance.
having watched francis enter into the palace, the eleven companions continued to pace up and down in the cool shadow of the wall, and to discourse to each other upon grave matters.
"how is it, brother bernard," said egidio, "that astrologers are able to foretell all things that will happen to a man in his journey through life?"
"it is in this wise," said brother bernard, who had all the wisdom of the schools, "the earth is the centre of the universe, which consists of a number of concentric spheres, all turning, as it were, upon the axle of the earth; the first is the sphere of the elements, which is enclosed by the sphere of the moon; beyond these, in order, circle the six spheres of mercury, venus, the sun, mars, jupiter and 165saturn, all turning about the earth; the next sphere is that wherein the fixed stars are set like jewels, and beyond that is the primum mobile, whence motion is born and governed. last of all is the empyrean, and there in a blaze of light god sits enthroned, and all the spheres make a celestial music about his feet.
"now it is from the order and motion of these spheres that astrologers get that devilish wisdom whereby they are enabled to foretell the future. for each one of the spheres is governed by a distinct angelical company, who influence all things under their control; so that, having ascertained the nature of such angels as control the sphere of any particular planet, we are enabled to judge of the nature and disposition of any mortal born under their influence; thus it happens that those who are been under mercury are of an alert and capricious disposition, and may be given to thieving; while those who are born under venus are lewd and wanton in their motions, given over to the lusts of the flesh; and those influenced by mars will be great warriors, men of mettle, hot-tempered, and quick to shed blood. moreover, by the conjunctions and opposition of planets, by comets and portents in the sky, those skilled in the signs are even 166able to foretell whether a man shall die in his youth with all his sins heavy upon him, or in old age when his flagging pulses have made him less prone to sin and warned him to repentance; and we may see men, to whom astrologers have predicted a long life, pursuing a course of infamy well on into their old age, for they know that there is time left for repentance, whereby they may yet save their souls. such is the lamentable wisdom, which came to us through the transgression of adam."
they continued in silence a little way, pondering these things; and then bernard spoke again.
"in all things," he said, "we may read the infinite mercies and wisdom of god. for even as he has made the earth the centre of the universe, so he has made man the centre of all created things. round the throne of god are the seraphim and cherubim singing his eternal praise, and next to them are the thrones, who carry the orders of god unto the dominations. these last are the mighty powers who held back the sun and moon in their courses, at the prayer of joshua; and they inhabit the primum mobile, whence all the planets are moved from east to west. 167beneath these, are the virtues and powers, ruling the planetary spheres; and finally come the three orders of princedoms, archangels, and angels; and to each angel is given the guidance of one soul. now in this order i have followed the teaching of dionysius rather than of gregory, since the former was the pupil of st paul, and therefore of greater authority.
"many rebellious angels, driven out with lucifer, and the host who writhe in hell beneath our feet, making the earth tremble, inhabit the sphere of the elements, and ride upon all storms, ruling the thunder and lightning, and opening the flood-gates, and loosening the tempests of hail; and god hath given them power over the wicked to lead them to destruction, but, before the prayers of the holy, their power is only an empty noise. how little is the worth of man! yet all these immortal spirits are concerned in his salvation. and god hath set jerusalem in the centre of earth's habitable hemisphere, so that from there the means of salvation might radiate into all countries, and gather up all peoples. and yet again is man the centre of created things, for god hath made him lord and master of the earth, and of all the birds 168and beasts therein; though, indeed, when he fell from paradise in the person of adam, he decreased in excellence and became subject to sin and death."
"and for how long a time," enquired one of the younger brethren, "was adam in paradise?"
"for little more than six hours," answered bernard, with assurance.
"it was a very short time," said the brother simply.
but egidio was troubled; he touched bernard upon the arm.
"beware, little sheep of the lord," he said gently, "lest thy great learning make thee mad, and turn to pride in thy heart."
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as the cardinal giovanni di san paolo entered the audience, the pope was dictating a letter to his secretary. he spoke in a low, clear voice, so clear that it was audible at the end of the long room.
"among all the princes of the earth," said innocent, "we have always cherished with a particular affection your own person; and the 169more so since the kingdom which you have inherited is, by the will of your predecessors, subject and tributary to the roman church. therefore redeem the promise of your father liberally and without delay. your eternal salvation will be the better assured, and there will be added to it even such temporal benefits as the apostolic protection is able to secure. in acting otherwise you would offend the creator. he chastiseth those who do evil unto his church, but more particularly those who detain unjustly the wealth of st peter."
he motioned the cardinal toward him, and taking half a lemon squeezed it into a cup and drank it. he had a youthful but rather fleshy face, at once legal and military in its character. the features were fine, with a distinctly roman nobility: a long narrow nose, almost straight except where it jutted slightly from the brows; fine lustrous eyes, set a little too close together; a small mouth, with thin, rather drooping lips, and a double chin. the well-chiselled nostrils dilated sensitively from time to time, otherwise the whole face was calm, impassive, hieratic. he began, without any prelude, to speak to the cardinal of their business.
170"i have spoken to many of the cardinals about these penitents of assisi. their opinion is that the rule is too severe, and such an ideal beyond all human strength."
"your holiness, i have also urged this view upon francis, but, in the simplicity of his heart, he replies that his rule is taken from the gospels: 'if thou wilt be perfect, go and sell that thou hast, and give to the poor, and follow me. take nothing for your journey, neither staff, nor scrip, nor shoes, nor money. if any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross and follow me.' they have vowed to follow this ideal of evangelical perfection. how can we withstand them before the world?"
"my heart has been moved towards them," answered innocent. "i do not mistrust their piety, nor doubt the grace by which god has confirmed them in their design. they may be steadfast until their death; whereas others coming after may relax the rule, and their weakness become a fable in the world."
"i doubt not that the rule will be relaxed," answered the cardinal; "their aim is too vague, too ideal in many ways: complete poverty, complete obedience, and the preaching of these virtues. and yet, holy father, i have been 171drawn to these men. by them i feel that many souls shall be led to god."
"you believe that the rule will be relaxed; and yet you say that we cannot modify this rule because it consists of definite precepts taken from the gospels?"
"your holiness," replied the cardinal, "if we say that it is impossible for a man to follow the precepts of christ, we blaspheme. time modifies all things; and in the meanwhile these men will draw unto themselves a great deal of popular sentiment. they are willing to give us the most absolute obedience, to be our servants in all things, provided we approve their desire to live according to the standard of evangelical perfection. surely we should approve their piety."
"similar efforts have failed," answered innocent. "it is two years since i approved the mission of durando d'huesca, and for those two years the bishops have not ceased to complain of his followers. this fraternity has a similar constitution. both confess the catholic faith; both desire to give all they have to the poor, to live themselves in poverty without care for the morrow, having nothing but their daily bread and a cloak; both are open to receive lay members among them."
172"the difference is in the spirit of their founders. francis is a poet," answered the cardinal. "he is a troubadour, a vagrant minstrel, whose lady is poverty. his speech is serene, gay, charming. he knows how to seize upon simple incidents of daily life, and use them as parables, so that the poor and humble can understand; and all his teaching is full of a lyrical emotion that is penetrated with the love of all things. he burns with the love of god, and this divine flame is so strong in him that it enlightens all the world. there is nothing about him, no bird, beast, fish, or tree, which does not seem to him a part of the choir of god, praising the lord, and existing entirely for that praise. beyond these things he is a true son of the church. these penitents, holy father, are so simple: they have faith in some spark of divinity hidden in the soul of man which may be awakened by a breath; they believe that man can be made to see the beauty of holiness, and that once he has grasped and recognised this beauty, as a thing existing in the world about him, he will follow no more after the beauties of fleshly desires. he bears the mockery of those who think him mad with so much patience that they become 173ashamed. his simplicity draws folk to him."
"all these things are indeed admirable," said innocent in his clear, low speech; "but alas! how often have the most beautiful ideals led men into abominable heresies and destroyed the peace of the church. would that his dream might be realised, and that all men might seek their salvation through poverty and obedience. but to us, most reverend father, in our character as supreme pontiff, there are many responsibilities. we also, if we might choose, would choose the one thing necessary; mary's unbounded loving adoration, in preference to martha's many cares. yet we are content. the divine wisdom hath shown us that here also salvation may be gained. we accept our office with humility, content to be the servant of the servants of god. our function is an ungrateful one, to watch over the welfare of our flock, and guard them not only from their enemies but from themselves. saintly men have been the cause of mischief in others, and even the greatest heretics have been men of holy lives. it behoves us, therefore, to keep a strict and unceasing watch upon all doctrines taught to the faithful. we cannot tolerate 174the teaching and exposition of the gospels by a preaching fraternity partly composed of lay members. we cannot tolerate any action independent of the bishops. we must insist that each brother receive the tonsure, and that they choose one from among themselves who will be responsible to us; and also, that none shall preach or direct any mission without the consent of the bishop. yet even now i am doubtful. perchance this man may be discouraged. it would be better if they entered some existing order."
he paused, drank a little more lemon, and looked keenly at the cardinal.
"bring him to me," he said.
the cardinal, having led francis into the room, stood apart in the embrasure of a window overlooking the courtyard. innocent fixed his eyes steadily upon the little poor man of assisi. even at their first meeting he had been struck by the youthful, almost childish figure, the small, round head, and the pallor of the lean face, illuminated with its large patient eyes. it was like watching a timid wild thing approaching him. francis walked with slow, hesitating steps. his knees and fingers were trembling, his eyes shone with tears, his face was paler than 175usual, but a smile wavered upon it. he did not come in fear, but shaken with an emotion that was partly hope and partly doubt. he looked toward the seated figure in the chair, wearing a high tiara of damascened white cloth rising above a simple pointed crown, and a white pallium with red crosses. he hoped for some sign, but the pope remained inflexible, his hands laid upon his knees, his eyes motionless, a figure of impenetrable reserve; and francis could find no word to say. at last he knelt, still trembling, with the tears streaming from his eyes. the cardinal moved in the window; and the slight noise seemed for a moment to give francis confidence.
"father pope," he began simply; but he could say no more.
"my son," said innocent at last, moved by the suffering eyes, "why have you come to us again?"
"father pope," answered francis in a sweet, almost shrill voice, "when you sent me from you, you did not bid me not to come again."
he smiled as he spoke, very simply, winningly, a smile that was almost a caress. some hint of softening in the eyes of the pope gave him more confidence.
176"most holy father," he began again, "i have come to you once more, because you have not yet granted my request. you are a great person, whom god has exalted above all men, and i think that perhaps you had not time to listen to me, who am the meanest of god's creatures; so that you did not understand the excellence of that life which the lord hath commanded us to follow. or perchance it was that the lord wished to try my faith, and, lest i was over-confident in myself, to show me that without his will i am capable of nothing, and to humiliate my pride. father pope, i think this last is the true reason: for how could you not see the excellence of the way god hath chosen for us, which is a pattern of the way the disciples themselves followed?"
and the pope, having no answer to this candour, sat immobile.
"it is a little thing that we ask of you," continued francis; "only that you should approve of our vow to follow a life like that which the disciples led on the shores of the lake of galilee."
"my son," said innocent, "search well your heart. is it not pride which makes you think that god hath chosen you for this work?"
177and francis lowered his head until it touched the floor.
"why," continued innocent, "should god have chosen you among the multitudes of men?"
and francis raised his head again.
"god looked down upon this earth," he answered humbly, "and he explored all the ways thereof, and searched into all the souls of men. and in the whole earth he found no man so poor in mind, so mean of stature, so foul with sins, so weak and utterly worthless, as francis, the son of pietro bernardone; and for that reason he hath chosen me. for if folk see that one so miserable as i am can be uplifted by the grace of god, they will hope again for themselves; and many who are caught in the snares of satan and despair of their salvation will be freed by this means."
"is it not pride, my son," the pope asked of him after a pause, "that hinders you from accepting the modifications which i suggest in your rule?"
"i shall reason with you," answered francis; "tell me one."
"that you should not be entirely without possessions, without a little money."
178"father pope," answered francis sweetly, "if we were possessed of even the meanest things, we should have to protect them; and if we had but a few pence in our scrips there are those so poor that they would covet them and desire to steal them; and if a man come with arms to rob us, should we oppose violence with violence? yea, and having a little we shall not have enough, but each one will seek to have more than his brother, and so shall discord and dissension grow among us. and how, having sufficient, shall we go among those who have nothing and say to them: 'brothers, be not cast down, for the wealth of this world is but dust and ashes. seek not after it, but praise god for what he hath given you; life, and this pleasant earth, the song of birds, freedom from care, death, and a treasure in the skies'? will they not mock at us? or how shall we go among thieves, hiding our gold in our bosoms, and saying to them: 'brothers, do not so wickedly, that which ye steal is but dross, earth digged out of earth; but holiness is fine gold.' will they not mock at us, saying, 'holiness is possible with a full belly'? father pope, having no treasure to guard, we shall have no care; and those among whom we shall go 179will not lay violent hands upon us, as thieves and impostors."
the pope hesitated.
"will ye live by mendicancy alone? will no idlers come in with you?"
"nay," said francis, "no man shall be idle. each one shall work, and their wage will be their daily bread."
he spoke no more, but knelt, waiting. innocent had moved. he leant forward a little, with bent head and knitted brows, looking fixedly at the curious figure, with the head of a young faun, kneeling before him in a coarse stuff cloak, girt with a rope like a halter. he could not fathom that serene soul. at last he leaned back in his chair.
"my son," he said, in a gentler voice, "our task is hard. we have the care and oversight of the whole church, and all our vigilance is directed to keeping the holy faith, as it has been handed down to us, one, pure, and universal. my son, god hath poured his grace upon you, and distinguished you with gifts of holiness. i am not worthy, there is none less worthy than i, of the charge god has confided to me. pray for me, that i may be enlightened. on every side the church is being menaced: by subtle and dangerous enemies without, and by 180schisms and heresies within. therefore it is necessary for me to avoid the multiplication of new fraternities, however sacred and inspired with true zeal they may be; for each, through the peculiarity of their nature, and their particular devotion to one aspect of the religious life, is liable to be cut off from the main body of holy church; nay, even to become an hindrance, an annoyance, a little sect separated from the communion of the faithful. for all these reasons i can only advise you, as i have before, to join some existing order."
francis rose from his knees. he had a sense of being crushed by a cruel and superior force. his eyes were dry; but he saw nothing. he turned and moved slowly toward the door. innocent made a sudden gesture of disappointment. francis took a few more steps, hesitated, and then turned.
"father pope," he said, "there was once in the desert a woman, very poor but beautiful. a great king seeing her beauty desired to take her to wife, that by her he might have beautiful children. so it was done; and many children were born to him. and when the children were grown up, their mother spoke to them, saying: 'my children, you have no reason to be ashamed, for you are the sons of the 181king; go, therefore, to his court, and he will give you all things that are necessary to you.' and when they had arrived, the king admired their beauty, and finding in them his own likeness, he spoke to them, saying: 'whose sons are ye?' and when they had answered that they were the sons of a poor woman dwelling in the desert, the king embraced them with great joy, crying: 'fear not, because you are mine own sons. if strangers eat at my table, shall i turn away those who are my lawful children?' and the king commanded the woman that she should send him all the sons whom she had borne, in order that he might care for them."
he paused for a moment, and then continued:
"i am, holy father, that poor woman, whom god in his love has deigned to make beautiful, and by whom it has pleased him to have lawful children. the king of kings has told me that he will nourish all the children he has by me, for if he nourishes bastards, how much more should he nourish his lawful children?"
he spoke the last words vehemently, standing rigid before innocent, with blazing eyes; 182and the pope sat immobile, watching him with inscrutable calm.
"my son, come here," said innocent at last.
the cardinal turned from the window, and looked from one to another with equal interest. he was a worldly man, and the mere contact with the world had been sufficient to make him more human than the pope: unconsciously, disinterestedly, he was summing up the characters of the two men before him. the fact that he was inferior to both fitted him to judge them, made him swift to see the flaws and defects in their diverse characters: innocent's hard legalism and military instincts; the blithe and elusive spirituality of francis, a nature free as air, too diverse, too liquid, too impracticable and fleeting, to have any but a momentary effect. he smiled at the comedy; it was no more to him. behind his cynicism was a kind of tolerance, a charitable irony, a contemptuous love. the fact that both these men recognised an ideal, and denied the manifold pleasures of life to follow after it, baffled and perplexed him. that ironical attitude from which, within himself, he considered them, was the tribute which small imaginations pay to the great. he was content to be a spectator, and was willingly 183amused by the readiness with which each of these men detected the weak spot in the other, while remaining blind to his own.
innocent stretched out his hand to francis and drew him toward the chair. francis knelt.
"my son, let us try to understand one another," said the pope amicably, as he laid his hand on the other's head. "how is it possible for us to avoid seeing in thy courage and perseverance the directing hand of god? be assured that we have been moved solely by our desire to work for the good of the church, and the welfare of those who follow thee. we would not have thee depart from us with bitterness in thy heart. listen, therefore, and be content with what we propose. is not one condition of thy rule obedience?"
"we shall be obedient to you in all things, save in any abrogation of the rule, for that way was shown to us by the mercy of christ himself."
"thou dost yet mistrust us," said the pope, smiling. "know, then, that thou hast our permission to follow that way of life which has been revealed to you, to practise poverty and the evangelical virtues. art thou content?"
184"yea, i am content," answered francis, with a radiant face.
"but," continued innocent, checking him; "and herein thou shalt show thy filial obedience to us: thou and thy companions shall receive the tonsure at the hands of the cardinal giovanni di san paolo, so that henceforth ye may be identified with the church; and, secondly, ye shall choose one from among you who shall be responsible to us for all; and, thirdly, in whatsoever place ye may be, ye shall be subject unto the bishop, yielding him the most implicit obedience, and in no wise seeking to preach without his leave. art thou content?"
"yea, i am content," answered francis, "so that you approve our rule."
"we give thee permission to follow the rule, and to preach to the people," said the pope clearly, "and if thy fraternity becomes great, and many flock to you, then thou shalt come to us again, and we shall formally approve thine order. meanwhile thou hast the permission. pray for me, my son, that the lord may reveal to me the way of righteousness. most reverend father, let my secretary be summoned."
as the cardinal led francis from the 185audience, the pope watched them. he sat for some time in thought. the secretary entered, and sitting at the table began to sharpen a new pen. then innocent lifted his head. he dismissed francis from his mind as completely as if the little poor man had never existed, and concerned himself with the question of the heretical albigeois, and the case of count raymond of toulouse. the count had on a previous occasion objected to the appointment, as legate, of the abbot of citeaux, who was notoriously his enemy; and it was now the business of the pope to console the powerful abbot for the fact that he could not be the direct representative of the holy see at the count's approaching trial, nor in the final settlement of the whole question of the albigeois; and for the appointment in his room of ma?tre thédise. he was careful to point out that thédise was not a legate, but a mere delegate of the church.
"he shall merely execute thy prescriptions," he dictated in his low, clear voice. "he shall be thy tool, thy voice, the bait which covers the hook of thy sagacity. raymond is like a sick man, for whom a kindly physician will help to sweeten the bitterness of his medicine; 186he would take thy remedy more patiently from the hands of another."
and the secretary's quill scratched busily over the fine parchment.
when the companions of francis saw him returning to them, they ran to meet him, and seeing from afar the joy that shone upon his face, they were glad and gave thanks to god. and when he had come up to them and told them the conditions which he had agreed to with the pope, with one voice they chose him for their head, and kneeling before him made a vow of obedience. and brother egidio suddenly remembered the command and duty which francis had laid upon him, and he rose.
"francis, son of pietro bernardone," he said, "because of thy doubt thou art contemptible and in no wise worthy of god's mercy."
"it is true," said francis, kneeling before him, and thanking him. then in a group they left the courtyard, he in the middle and the others surrounding him, and presently one heard no sound but that of the fountain singing in the sunlight.
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it was with joy that francis and his companions left rome. as soon as they had received the tonsure, and prayed together at the shrine of the apostles, they set out northward by the porta salaria, taking nothing for the journey, neither staff, nor scrip, nor shoes, nor any money; but trusting all things to god, whose children they were. at first they passed little farms and inns, and in the distance saw a few flocks and shepherds moving slowly over the plains; but in a little while the houses became rare, and the only sounds were from the larks in the skies. they had drawn their cowls over their heads to protect them from the fierce sun, and the dust rising from their feet covered them with a fine grey powder. but in the gaiety of their hearts they felt none of these things, but were quickened with the joy of their triumph, quickened also with the sense that they were returning homeward, to the hills of assisi and the sweet air of their fields. their eyes followed the larks into the skies, and they felt that their own souls sang like that above the earth.
188"praised be thou, o lord, for our brothers the larks," said francis; "at dawn they sing to thee, and at noon and at eve; their blithe singing gladdens the heart of man."
yet in that vast silence the voices of the larks seemed thin and small. there was no motion in the air except the trembling of the heat, and the straight road they followed stretched far away into the distance.
"where shall we sleep to-night?" said giovanni.
"where god wills," answered francis. "our brother the body is a cell, and the soul is a monk inhabiting it."
their faces were thick with dust, and the sweat from their brows traced runnels in it; their lips were parched, and their eyes ached from the dazzling light. on all sides lay the great plains, and no trees rose out of them.
"i thirst," said angelo.
"perhaps we shall pass a little stream," answered francis. "be not cast down. at evening we shall look back on all that we have suffered for our lady poverty, and we shall be glad. it will rejoice us that we have been tried, and have not been found unworthy."
yet the sun had not declined much from 189the zenith, and it was long until the evening. their feet dragged wearily.
"god hath forsaken us," said giovanni.
"cast that thought from thee, my brother," said francis. "though we perish here in this desert place, god hath not forsaken us. shall we faint at a little suffering, we who were proud at dawn? surely we should suffer a little for his sake, who suffered so much for ours."
but they had grown feverish with the heat; they gasped and sobbed, swaying like drunken men, muttering as if in a delirium; and a great fear covered francis, as he watched them.
"my god," he prayed silently, yet moving his parched lips, "if i have done anything accounted worthy in thy sight, grant that i may suffer for these. let us not perish utterly."
they sank down one by one beside the dusty road, and the fierce heat streamed down on them: one or two muttered, but most of them lay still.
"my god, why hast thou deserted me?" prayed francis in a broken voice.
and egidio, lying delirious upon the ground, looked at him with glazed, unrecognising eyes, and muttered to him:
"francis, son of pietro bernardone, because 190of thy doubt thou art contemptible, and in no wise worthy of the mercy of god."
and francis covered his face with his hands, and lay beside his companions.
"if it be thy will, my lord; if it be thy will."
he felt water sprinkled on his face, and a little wine poured between his lips.
"who are you who travel in this wise, through the fierce heat, without food or drink, and half naked? if i had not seen you, and come to your aid, you would have perished by the wayside."
the bottle was thrust between his lips again, and he swallowed a good draught; as he swum back into consciousness, he heard the voice of egidio:
"we are penitents from assisi, who have been to rome that the pope might approve our rule, and we were returning homeward when the fierce heat struck us down."
"from rome," said the deep mellow voice. "then you have been travelling on foot through the hot noon. it is wonderful that you got so far. but for my wine you would have lain there till the end of time. art thou stronger?"
191the last words were to francis, who had opened his eyes.
"yea. thanks to thee," answered francis. "god will reward thee, my brother."
"doubtless," answered the other. "but who is to pay me for my wine? you be twelve fools, without a wise man among you."
francis looking about him saw that most of his companions were sitting up eating bread, and looking at him stupidly. all were sick and weary. the stranger who had helped them was a tall young man driving a hooded wine-cart. he had a plump, handsome face, magnificent limbs, and a general air of well-being.
"none of us can pay thee," answered francis, "nay, not even for thy wine, which was the least part of thy kindness. shall we pay thee for our lives with our lives? we have given them to god."
"i want no payment," said the young man, ashamed. "see, i shall leave you this other small flask of wine. it hath grown cooler; the sun is sinking, and an hour will bring you to orte. yea, indeed i see that you are saintly livers, yet i have called you fools."
"it is right that you should call us fools, 192my brother," answered francis. "we are sinful men, who follow the way which god hath shown us, and have no wisdom in worldly things. we are fools for christ's sake. yea, we are the fools of god, and by our folly seek to draw men toward him. but thy kindliness and mercy shown to us, my brother, is a good deed, which like a seed thrown in the ground shall flourish and bear fruit. yea, though thou seest it not. and when thou goest before god at the last, he will take two apples out of his robe, an apple of gold and an apple of silver, and he will speak to thee, saying: 'lo, here is thy payment for that thou hast succoured my children on earth; these be the fruit of the seed which thou then plantedst.'"
but the young man blushed shamefully.
"suffer me now to go," he said. "thou hast made me ashamed. yet if thou shouldst pray for me, pray also for my beloved, who is called vanna."
he climbed into his cart, and continued on the way they had come, the bells tinkling upon his mule. and after a little time, when they were rested, they went their own way, with great weariness of body and in silence because they were still dazed and giddy. but 193coming to orte, they entered into an ancient ruined tomb, where they determined to abide for that night, and some peasants gave them enough food. then sitting in the starlight, they praised god for his mercy.
"surely," said francis, "he who succoured us was an angel sent from god, for how else could we have been rescued from death?"
and they marvelled that they had not known him for an angel, and with great joy they praised god.
"they were twelve fools," said the young man to vanna; "but for me they would have perished by the roadside."
"god was good to them," she answered simply; and again he was ashamed.
